late one night in May when I happen upon a young lady in a flowing white dress standing by I the side of the road, she looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years of age. Since it was near midnight, and I have daughters of my own, I certainly wouldn’t want them standing by the road in a skimpy gown late at night. I decide to stop and see if the young lady needs any help. I pull to the side of the road open the passenger car door and ask, “Do you need a ride?”
She doesn’t say a word instead she glides over to my car her gown flowing over the grass under her, she proceeds to get into the car. Her silence and manner give me the creeps, but I feel someone should do something. She sits in the car staring at me, I lean across her and shut the door which is awkward. The dress has a musty smell like an old tent put up wet. I decide to get her where she is going quickly. “Where too?” I ask, hoping she isn't deaf or mute since she hasn't uttered a word. The dress appears dingy and faded, her lips parched and dry, her skin frail and chalky.
In an eerie voice that sounds like a faraway echo she tells me, “take me home.”
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